That night, in the city, a luxury car sped through the traffic. A bespectacled man in a black suit, who looked like a refined, successful professional—or at least a white-collar worker—drove one-handed and leisurely, his black car racing through the nighttime streets.
In the passenger seat sat a girl of about eighteen or nineteen, with long hair reaching her waist and a quiet, demure air. She rested both hands on her black skirt and sat perfectly upright, like a well-bred young lady.
Anyone who thought the man had somehow seduced or tricked this respectable young woman into coming along, and was now taking her to a hotel or motel to fool around, would be very much mistaken!
For all her demure appearance, a closer look in the light from the car window revealed that the girl's face was pale and almost expressionless. Her eyes were vacant, like those of a dead person with no focus. She could have played a role like Sadako in a horror movie without even needing to act.
A girl who could scare someone half to death just by showing her face in the middle of the night was hardly someone anyone would dare take home without a strong heart.
Besides, if that troublesome little girl were here, she would recognize the young woman sitting upright in the passenger seat at a glance. Who else could it be but the fake "Sadako" who had bullied and whipped that young man in a corner of the school grounds that afternoon, stripped off all his clothes, and forced him to be her slave while she plotted something bad?
Fortunately, "Sadako" was no longer whipping or bullying that young man. Instead, she was out with the mature-looking man behind the wheel. As for what the two of them were